tallanasty
dear ljay,
as usual this weekend was beer. liz so gratiuosly opended her mildewed home to me. lizs house is where all the dirty plates of tallahasse go to die. the vacation began at happy hour- then to this underground bar where we were guarenteed some free whiskey. greg sullivent and mark mangold managed to plan a sneak attack on us. but being the soldier i am i dodged gregs bullets. next stop bullwinkles. this bar was buzzin with tallahasse's best-sportin their lacoste and khakis. a few lacoste boys spilled a drink on me and i got my revenge when they returned with a free drink for me and i scurried away. this boy and i exchanged looks all night. im pretty sure he was the only non frat kid in attendance. then as we neared the end of the evening he drew up some courage and grabbed my arm and told me i was beautiful. the rest of the night we spent fighting boys out of my room. no just doesnt mean no anymore.
saturday night- beer. with a late start and a grumpy group we ended up at this tiny bar with shady old men. we stumbled to our next bar- which was actually a cluster of bars. my favorite of the 5 was the inbetween. it had real people in it. well besides the girl that grabbed my boob. i met an adorable boy that somehow got it in his head that i was a film major. he loved me but liz dragged me back downstairs for a few 25 cent pitchers. that few turned in to a few too many and i ended up making out with a boy in the middle of the bar. we scurried out and stumbled upon a fountain. we jumped in. and got crazy. then we jumped in the pool. after all that jumping i passed out and dreamt that shane melnick had a pakistani mustache. the next day instead of going home i got some home made fried chicken and some green for the first time in a long time. now im home. and i need to go to happy hour. byeeeeeeee.